Chapter 538 Dayan Slays Demons and Fights Against the Wandao Prince

The ferocious long sword seemed to have turned into a dragon that devoured living beings, and the serrations on the blade were the sharp fangs of the dragon.

The bloody breath mixed with the stench of death, sprayed wantonly on the people who lost their shelter.

A layer of golden shield suddenly appeared under the blade, and the seemingly thin shield actually blocked the long sword's steps forward.

"Blocked!"

Nangong Wentian looked at the long sword less than a foot above his head, and his heart was slightly relieved.

He didn't expect that his unique defensive skill, Wandao Huangzhong, would not play any blocking role in front of Lu Ya's sword, but turned into a big jar, tightly binding him inside.

Fortunately, at the last moment, his life-saving jade talisman activated automatically, and the protective shield formed blocked Lu Ya's long sword.

But Nangong Wentian just took a breath and heard a slight "click" sound.

He looked up suddenly and saw that the originally indestructible protective shield was now making a crisp sound under Lu Ya's knife. Cracks spread from the blade of the long sword to the entire shield.

Under Nangong Wentian's gaze, the golden shield actually shattered with a "snap".

What!

The life-saving jade talisman given by the head of the immortal sect was actually shattered under the attack of a Yuanying cultivator!

Such a horrifying scene not only made Nangong Wentian, who was in the protective shield, feel scared, but also made the cultivators who were watching the battle from a distance feel trembling with fear.

Especially those cultivators who had fought with Lu Ya before, and among them, the three brothers of Wang Xuan from the Northern Territory were the most.

At this moment, Wang Xuan and the other two looked at the long sword that was broken by Lu Ya's hands, and looked at each other, all of them felt like they had survived a disaster.

You have to know that they were very unreasonable at that time, three against one, and it was a sneak attack, which was very unruly.

Even if Lu Ya killed all three of them at that time, there would be no problem.

But Lu Ya only defeated the three of them and did not take any further action.

Now thinking about it, the three of them put away their hostility towards Lu Ya, and their eyes even dodged, not daring to stare at Lu Ya recklessly.

The moment the life-saving shield was broken by the long sword, Nangong Wentian finally faced Lu Ya's sword.

In just a moment, the terrifying pressure and surging murderous intent made him lose the will to resist, and only one thought emerged in his mind.

"It's over!"

"Stop! We admit it."

A grand and majestic roar sounded, and the rolling sound waves wrapped in magic power came to Lu Ya and Nangong Wentian in an instant.

This voice seemed to contain infinite power, and just hearing it could feel the shock of the mind.

The long sword stopped!

It stopped less than a finger away from Nangong Wentian's body.

Lu Ya tilted his head to look at Nangong Wentian under the long sword, and then turned his head to look at the majestic Wandao Prince Fang Lintian at the moment. He loosened his palm, and the Jianshou sword disappeared instantly.

Facing the gazes of many people, Lu Ya smiled and said, "Don't worry so much. This is the immortal sect competition, and Fellow Daoist Nangong and I have no grudges in the past or today. I am not a bloodthirsty person.

Right, Fellow Daoist Nangong."

Nangong Wentian's body shook slightly when he heard the words, and then nodded quickly.

"Thank you for your advice, Fellow Daoist Lu."

After saying that, he waved his palm, and a point of green light quickly fell into Lu Ya's hand.

Lu Ya took the green light into his hand, and then stepped on his feet. The next moment he was back to Jiang Daoying's side.

Fang Lintian saw this and also withdrew his gaze.

The cultivators watching the battle also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, they almost thought that Lu Ya was going to kill Nangong Wentian with a single blow, and that Prince Wan Dao would be unable to resist avenging Nangong Wentian.

If things had developed in this way, I'm afraid that this time the Immortal Sect Competition would have been in chaos.

Fortunately, all this did not happen.

Fang Lintian looked at Lu Ya deeply, and then looked at the returning Nangong Wentian: "Nangong Junior Brother, you are not injured, right?"

Nangong Wentian seemed a little silent at this moment, and after Fang Lintian spoke, he nodded slightly: "Daoyou Lu was very measured, I was not injured."

Very measured?

After these words came out, Nangong Wentian was suddenly startled, and raised his head to look at Fang Lintian and Fang Qingwu.

Obviously, he thought of the usual time when he was sparring with his fellow disciples in the sect, he was also like this, indifferent and in control of the overall situation.

Because his cultivation was much higher than his fellow disciples, he could appear to be indifferent.

But now, after fighting with Lu Ya, he actually said such words.

The meaning is self-evident.

"It seems that this fellow Daoist Lu Ya is much stronger than we know."

Fang Lintian's eyes were as deep as the sea, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This is interesting."

Fang Qingwu stood aside, and her lips curled slightly under the veil when she saw this.

'This tone is as if the eldest brother is an invincible emperor in the world. Don't be defeated and can't accept the reality. '

"Brother Lu's strength is still as strong as ever."

Seeing Lu Ya coming back, Jiang Daoying said with a smile.

Lu Ya turned his head to look at Jiang Daoying, and also smiled and said: "Brother Jiang is the same."

Just as the two were talking, the tall and burly Yang Yu slowly stepped forward and stepped into the battlefield.

Then, in the Central Region team, Fang Lintian also slowly walked into the field.

At this moment, there are only five people who have maintained an undefeated record, two from the South Region, one from the North Region, and two from the Central Region.

This battle is a battle between the cultivators of the West Region and the Central Region.

Yang Yu had a calm face. Even when facing the majestic Fang Lintian, he spoke calmly: "Yang Yu from the Great Yan Sheng Sect of the Western Region, meet Fellow Daoist Fang."

He stood in the middle of the field, and even the starlight above his head disappeared, leaving only the rich texture of black gold, shining brightly.

Looking at this scene, Lu Ya was really a little surprised.

Whether it was Meng Huaisheng or Yang Yu, they practiced the violent and fierce six-foot golden body, and they also practiced the Great Yan Sheng Sect's unique skill, the Great Ming King Palm.

The Great Ming King Palm is the most top-level killing move, and each palm is filled with the most violent bloody killing.

But even so, the two of them were so peaceful in normal times. It is really hard to imagine what made them so peaceful.

Wearing a black gold robe and with every move full of majesty, Fang Lintian, the prince of Wandao, faced Yang Yu and said in return: "Fang Lintian of Wandao Emperor Sect in the Central Region, greets Fellow Daoist Yang."

After that, he stopped talking, and Yang Yu did not speak either.

Even the whistling wind blew towards the two and dissipated.

For the cultivators of the Western Region and the Central Region, this competition was not suspenseful at all.

On the one hand, the cultivators of the Central Region believed that Fang Lintian, the prince of Wandao, had mastered the five paths and was the most powerful in combat.

On the other hand, the cultivators of the Western Region also believed that as the contemporary demon slayer of the Dayan Holy Sect, Yang Yu, who was known as "invulnerable to all methods", could not fail.

Demon slayer is the name given by the Dayan Holy Sect to the disciples with the highest cultivation, the strongest combat power and the most monsters killed in the sect. Compared with the princes of the Wandao Emperor Sect, Demon slayer is a title that he has won by himself.

And in each generation of disciples, there is only one person who can be called a demon slayer.

Yang Yu can become a contemporary demon slayer, and his fighting power and means are so strong that there is no need to elaborate on them.

Suddenly, a starlight appeared between the two, as if the world was announcing the start of this battle.

So, the monks watching the battle saw——

Yang Yu's tall and burly body began to move forward, his steps were firm and steady, no matter how anxious the spectators were, no matter how much they expected or urged in their hearts, he still moved forward at his inherent speed, as if nothing could stop him.

And every time he took a step, a ray of black gold light bloomed in his body, and as he moved forward, the black gold light slowly converged, and finally fell into his body.

And at the moment when the black gold light was completely recovered, Yang Yu completely turned into a dazzling golden man.

He put his hands together in front of him, and looked at Fang Lintian on the opposite side with a black face. His lips did not move, but a rumbling voice shook:

"Demon slayer, please try the prince Wandao!"

At this moment, he was no longer the peaceful Yang Yu just now, but the "demon slayer" that all the monsters in the entire Demon Abyss feared!

Looking at the tall golden man in the field, all the cultivators watching the battle couldn't help but feel depressed.

This kind of power that seemed to suppress the world was too terrifying.

And opposite the demon slayer Yang Yu, Fang Lintian also had a solemn look in his eyes.

When Yang Yu moved forward, he also moved.

I saw him stretch out his right hand to the void beside him, and then he pulled out a huge sword with a thousand feet of light from the void!

When this sword came out, the terrifying sword energy swept across the battlefield, as if there were thousands of swords, whistling together.

All the cultivators who used swords were surprised at this moment, because they found that those sword whistles came from them.

Only one person and one sword did not show any reaction.

That was Jiang Daoying, the peerless swordsman of Wulianghaiya.

Lu Ya looked at the scene of the whistling of thousands of swords, turned his head and looked at Jiang Daoying, and couldn't help but joked: "It seems that Brother Jiang's sword is better, even if this Wandao Prince can activate all swords.

But Brother Jiang's sword is the only one that he can't activate at all."

Facing Lu Ya's joke, Jiang Daoying rarely explained, but said in a calm tone: "If you can't even trust your own sword, then it's better not to cultivate this sword."

In just one sentence, the most essential difference between swordsmen and ordinary cultivators is revealed.

Swordsmen only have swords!

One person and one sword can travel across the world. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, with the sword in his hand, he can cut a road to heaven.

Ordinary cultivators use swords only because swords are easy to use. In their eyes, swords are no different from knives and guns.

The sword with thousands of feet of light is called the Emperor Sword.

All living beings in the world respect the emperor.

All swordsmen in the world also respect the emperor sword.

This is the concept of the emperor sword.

At this time, Prince Wandao held the emperor sword, wearing a black gold robe, just like the emperor of the world, holding a weapon to fight in person, magnificent and magnificent.

When the bright light faded, many cultivators could see the appearance of the emperor sword.

This sword is almost two meters long, with a thick sword spine, two blades, and narrow blood-letting grooves on both sides of the sword body.

There are complex patterns on the sword body, and these complex patterns are all gathered in the blood-letting grooves of the sword body.

It seems that all the ways return to the flow, and it seems that all the ways are derived.

The sword body is thick, and the blade is narrow and bright, as if it sympathizes with all the people, and it seems to kill all living beings.

This sword is the Wandao Emperor Sword!

In the history of the Wandao Emperor Sect, only Prince Wandao can practice.

At this moment, Fang Lintian held the imperial sword in his hand and looked at Yang Yu with a dignified look.

"Please!"

The voice was as loud as thunder, and the spiritual light soared into the sky!

The two moved at the same time. In the eyes of many spectators, a black light and a golden light collided in a thousandth of a second.

Clang!

The black gold fist collided with the sword of the emperor sword, and the terrifying spiritual energy suddenly spread out from the place where the fist and the sword met.

The emperor sword was like a mountain falling, and its momentum was unstoppable.

But the demon-slaying fist was even more tough and solid, and it blocked the mountain.

When the sword fell, Fang Lintian's eyes showed approval.

Even if he used his flesh to hit his emperor sword, there was not even a white mark on Yang Yu's fist. This level of six feet of golden body was really terrifying.

The two fought fiercely, and the terrifying sword energy and fist wind continued to explode, and the onlookers had to retreat again and again.

There was another fierce sound of metal and iron clashing, and Fang Lintian slashed Yang Yu's shoulder with the emperor sword.

The latter did not dodge, but just punched like a cannon, hitting Fang Lintian's chest.

涳!

A dull and empty echo sounded under Yang Yu's fist.

A round wheel of the same size as Yang Yu's fist appeared quietly in front of Fang Lintian's chest.

Yang Yu's fist just slammed on the round wheel and could not move forward any further.

At the same time, Fang Lintian slashed down with a sword, but did not leave even a trace of scar on Yang Yu's shoulder.

For a moment, it seemed that neither of them could do anything to the other.

Facing this situation, neither Yang Yu nor Fang Lintian had the slightest fluctuation. Facing the opponent, they just firmly used what they had learned to break the opponent's defense and defeat the opponent.

So, Yang Yu clenched his fists with both hands, and his fists turned into afterimages, constantly bombarding Fang Lintian in front of him.

The latter kept dancing with a sword, and the terrifying sword energy swarmed in.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, the spiritual energy burst out, and the bright light was shaken away, so everyone saw a figure flying backwards from the center of the battlefield.

The man holding a big sword was Fang Lintian from the Wandao Emperor Sect.

In the battlefield, a six-foot-tall golden man kept punching without moving.

Fang Lintian exhaled the turbid air in his chest, swung the long sword in his hand, and attacked again as if nothing had happened.

When the man was halfway, a dazzling purple light fell first.

The thick thunder and the dazzling lightning formed a thunder prison, covering Yang Yu from all directions.

"Well, the power of this thunder is very strong. It depends on whether it can break the golden body of Brother Yang. If it is a little worse, it will be completely useless."

After seeing the thunder method used by Fang Lintian, Lu Ya's eyes lit up and he commented immediately.

He had fought with Meng Huaisheng before, so he naturally knew the difficulty of the six-foot-tall golden body.

If the killing power is not enough, it will be just a scraping for Yang Yu.

Reality is not a game. There is no such thing as forced blood deduction. If you can't break the defense, you can't break the defense. (End of this chapter)